Reclining land iguanas, the welcome committee,
footfalls ignored on primordial islands,
trails of Darwin pry the nests
of flightless cormorants, keeping house unvexed.
Blue-footed boobies on the move, magnificent frigates, no
Man O' War to us, oblivious banded penguins,
cool in the Humboldt current, somersault with baby
seals in nascent underwater playgrounds. Masked,
finned, ebullient I snorkel to a green sea
turtle, entreaty in tow.
Resa Mestel is a nurse, weaver, poet currently studying at The Hudson Valley Writer's Center. She lives in Briarcliff, NY.
